Yesterday was tinged with sadness as I said good bye to my good friend in the village. She has always been on the doorstep, offering help and chatting away. We will probably never see each other again but vow to keep in touch. There are the things we laughed at, a middle aged couple, suburban born and bred, who moaned about the pheasants, could not some one keep them quiet for goodness sake - as if. They are still complaining but this time about the noise of the environmentally friendly house that is being built next door to them. There are those that complain and those that let the world swish by without a thought in their head..
We remembered 'screaming K', Paul had nicknamed her that after having an unnerving phone call about the 'rights of way' footpath that bounded her garden, which had upset her. After all it was only the village volunteers wanting to clear the path but the right of way was established by a group of walkers coming through anyway. Legally I believe public footpaths have to be walked once a year.
My daughter told me a funny story the other day, a young student had come into the shop and said whilst out shopping she had joined a protest march. Except she could not work out why everyone was staring at her, then noticed that no one was wearing a mask but she was, she had joined an anti-mask protest wearing a mask!
Nothing much to write about to day so I shall leave you with a photo of Coetan Arthur cromlech, facing Carn Llidi, amongst the jumble of rocks on the headland of St.Davids.
Please please keep blogging down in Tod.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry Pat, life is still continuing.
ReplyDeleteGreat photo of St David's - got to dash as so bust here with family, but have kept on reading.
ReplyDeleteCoetan Arthur is quite difficult to find, but settlement on this part of the headland stretches back to Warrior's Dyke, Iron Age settlement with its round huts and three defensive walls.
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